Until now, Zhao Lin still hadn't given up on the idea of pulling Yang Fan to the Wang family's warship.
She was now more and more optimistic about Yang Fan.
Originally, in everyone's eyes, it was a fight to the death. It was either kill, let go, or turn to the Wang family of Taikang for protection. Other than that, there was no fourth option.
But now, just because of the hypnotism that Yang Fan had mastered, the originally hopeless situation had such a huge reversal. It actually allowed him to forcefully walk out of the fourth option.
More importantly, this fourth option, even in Zhao Lin's eyes, was a very good choice. If it was done properly, it might be a perfect way to survive.
However, it wasn't so easy to make everything perfect and flawless. Could Yang Fan really do it?
Looking up and seeing that Second Young Master Chen was still unaware of the illusion, Zhao Lin couldn't help but sigh at the brilliance of Yang Fan's hypnotism.
With a raise of his hand, he could make someone confused and draw a sword against his own people. This kind of hypnotism was not only brilliant, but also terrifying.
Spirit reader masters were indeed not easy to deal with. If one wasn't careful when dealing with them, it was very easy to fall into their trap.
Zhao Lin sighed in her heart, marveling at the brilliance and power of Yang Fan's hypnotism, and at the ignorance of Second Young Master Chen's lack of strength.
However, she couldn't have imagined that it wasn't just Chen Jingsheng who couldn't resist Yang Fan's spirit attack. Even she and her husband, Wang Zhihe, had unknowingly fallen into Yang Fan's trap and been affected by Yang Fan's seduction technique.
Just like Chen Jingsheng, they were all in the situation and didn't know it. Moreover, they were extremely confident in their own cultivation and thought that their martial will was invincible. No matter how strong Yang Fan's spirit was, as long as he didn't enter the realm of Spirit Master, he wouldn't be able to invade their souls and consciousness.
Thus, up until now, Zhao Lin had not noticed anything unusual. Her heart was only filled with endless fondness for Yang Fan. No matter how she looked at this child, she found him pleasing to the eye. She also habitually wanted to pull Yang Fan into her camp.
Yang Fan smiled at her and shook his head to decline. "Thank you for your kindness, Aunty Zhao. However, the College Entrance Examination is around the corner. I haven't considered joining any forces yet. I hope you can understand."
"There's no hurry." Zhao Lin said generously, "Auntie just wants to establish good karma. It won't be too late for us to discuss this after you graduate from the Federation Martial Arts University or Jinghua University."
From his words, it was as if he had already determined that Yang Fan would definitely be able to enter the two most powerful universities in the Federation.
On the other side, Chen Jingsheng did not need Yang Fan's instructions. In order to keep his life a secret, he had already made a call to his confidants. He began to delete the surveillance footage and clean up the mess. In less than three minutes, all traces of what had happened outside the Sword Discourse Hall had been wiped clean.
Yang Fan raised his hand and patted his head. He said softly, "Good boy. Remember, you've never seen us before today. The next time you see us, just treat us as strangers."
Second Young Master Chen nodded eagerly.
After that, Yang Fan glanced at the dozen or so corpses on the ground. He shook his head slightly and sighed in his heart.
Among these people, the weakest of them was a Level Eight Martial Master. They could barely be considered as the elite martial artists of the human race. If they went out of the city to hunt monsters, they would be able to fight a group of Level Four monsters and below by themselves.
But now, they did not die on the battlefield with monsters. Instead, they died here in such an aggrieved manner. They had no value at all. They did not even make a splash. It was truly a pity.
The human race, the human race. The bad roots of human nature would never be completely removed.
When would the internal strife come to an end?
Yang Fan felt that it was a pity, but he did not regret it. After all, if these people did not die, then he and the team members behind him would most likely have met with misfortune. He could not bear to use his and his team members' lives in exchange for the lives of a few lackeys from big families.
"Sooner or later, you'll have to pay for what you've done."
Yang Fan shook his head. He did not linger any longer. After thanking Zhao Lin and saying goodbye, he directly led Chu Feiyun and the others out of the Sword Discourse Hall. They avoided the surveillance cameras along the way and returned to their cabin in the South China Martial Arts School without making a sound.
After watching Yang Fan and the others leave, Chen Jingsheng's body went soft. He sat down on the ground, panting heavily.
He did not think that Yang Fan would let him go so easily. He finally managed to come back with his life.
Second Young Master Chen lowered his head and looked at the corpses of the guards around him with a sorrowful expression. He said softly, "Don't worry. This time, this Young Master owes you. This Young Master will definitely treat your families well in the future. This way, you can consider your deaths worthy."
Taking a deep breath, Chen Jingsheng struggled to get up from the ground. Only then did he realize that his pants had been completely soaked at some point in time. The smell of urine was everywhere. It was the smell of urine.
Second Young Master Chen's face flushed with embarrassment. He staggered out of the Sword Discourse Hall and quickly returned to his cabin under the panicked gazes of all the passersby.
He took a bath, changed his clothes, and then drank an entire bottle of red wine to calm his mind.
"Phew, I've finally escaped this disaster!"
"But I still have to think of a way to get from Dad … Pooh! The most important thing is to delete all the videos that bastard Yang Fan recorded. Otherwise, won't I never have a day of peace in the future? "
After calming down, Chen Jingsheng's thoughts gradually returned. The killing intent and evil thoughts in his body could no longer be controlled and began to emerge little by little. The inexplicable kindness in his mind toward Yang Fan also began to gradually disappear.
"If there's no other way, I'll ask Grandpa Chen Chuan to do it. He's a master at the peak of the Grand Master level. It'll be a piece of cake for him to kill a few Level Three or Level Four Martial Masters in the blink of an eye. He'll definitely be able to kill everyone without them having any time to react!"
"And this matter can't be delayed. The later it is, the more likely that the video will be exposed." The more he thought about it, the more anxious and impatient Chen Jingsheng became. "Now, right now, right now. I can't wait a second longer!"
Chen Jingsheng suddenly jumped up from the sofa and raised his hand to open his smart brain communication device. Soon, he found Chen Chuan's number in the dense contact list.
Chen Chuan was one of the three escorts on this interprovincial airship. He was at the peak of the Grand Master level and was Chen Jingsheng's granduncle. They were relatively close to each other, so when Chen Jingsheng was in trouble, he immediately thought of Chen Chuan.
Chen Jingsheng's face showed a trace of ferocity. He stretched out his finger and was about to click on Chen Chuan's name.
At this time, his soul sense sea suddenly shook slightly. A faint spiritual force full of dim colors suddenly burst out and spread. In just a moment, it enveloped his entire soul sense sea.
Chen Jingsheng's right index finger, which had been raised, froze in the air.
The expression on his face quickly became gloomy, gloomy, and depressed. It was as if he was suddenly at a loss. There were many things that he couldn't figure out. He was sentimental, sad, and even tears gathered at the corners of his eyes.
"What's wrong with me?"
Chen Jingsheng seemed to realize that something was wrong. He wanted to shake his head to make his mind clearer.
However, the more he shook his head, the more dizzy he felt. His body seemed to be completely out of his control. He directly got up and ran to the hanger on the bed, where the rune sword he had used to kill Chen Jie and the others was hanging.
"Chen Jie and the others are all dead!
"I killed them by accident!
"I deserve to die! I'm not human! I have to atone for their deaths! Yes, I have to go to the Nether World to apologize to them and beg for their forgiveness! "
Holding the sword in his hand, Chen Jingsheng began to gesture randomly and talk to himself loudly. Finally, he held the sword horizontally and put it on his neck.
It looked like he was drunk and crazy.
In Chen Jingsheng's soul sense sea, his own spiritual consciousness was like a spectator, anxiously watching what was happening in front of him, but he had no power to stop it.
"What's wrong with me? Why did I become like this? Is it because of that bottle of wine?
"Damn it, put that sword down. Why are you still holding a sword when you're drunk? Do you want to die?
"No, no, no, don't! Don't put the sword on my neck. I haven't lived long enough. I can't die!
"Hurry up and wake up! Chen Jingsheng, hurry up and wake up! "
Chen Jingsheng's consciousness roared anxiously in his mind. He saw his own body waving his favorite sword, bit by bit, to his neck.
Chen Jingsheng's heart was filled with despair. He didn't know what was going on. At this moment, his body was no longer under his control. It was as if another person had taken over.
And now, this person was viciously trying to kill him and faking a natural death.
"Who is it!
"Who's trying to kill me!
"Please, don't kill me. I don't want to die!!
"Yang Fan, is it you?! I've already called you father. What else do you want? Don't kill me, okay?!
"I know it's my fault. I shouldn't have evil thoughts. I shouldn't have thought of killing you. Let me go, okay? Daddy Yang Fan, let me go, okay?"
In the soul sense sea, Chen Jingsheng was like a madman. He knelt on the ground without dignity, kowtowing and begging. Unfortunately, no one answered his question.
His hands holding the sword didn't stop at all. They steadily and forcefully slashed at his throat.
"Puff!"
Blood spurted out.
Chen Jingsheng's consciousness screamed in his mind, but his body fell backward and sank into oblivion.
His breathing was blocked, his heart stopped beating, and the world in his soul sense sea became dim and collapsed bit by bit. The whole world was falling into oblivion.
"Who's trying to kill me!!"
This was the last angry roar of Chen Jingsheng's consciousness in his soul sense sea. Until his body disappeared and his consciousness was destroyed, he didn't know who killed him.
"Plop!"
The sound of the body falling to the ground shook the whole ground. Zhao Lin held her son's little hand and slowly passed by the outside cabin door.
Smelling the smell of blood in the cabin, Zhao Lin's expression didn't change. She forcefully penetrated the shielding array on the cabin door and glanced at the scene in Second Young Master Chen's cabin.
"He's really dead!"
Zhao Lin's face flashed with understanding and a trace of surprise.
Although she had some expectations and felt that Yang Fan should have some backup plan, when she really saw and confirmed Second Young Master Chen's death, she was still a little surprised.
"Decisive and meticulous. You really didn't let me down."
Zhao Lin held Wang Yuansheng's little hand and walked past as if nothing had happened. The corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, revealing a faint smile.
"I originally wanted to get rid of this last disaster for him once and for all. Now it seems that I don't need to do anything. "
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